Helene. Did you hear a carriage?
Maid. [Peering out of window] Only a wagon.
Helene. Listen!
Maid. I hear the sound of horses!
Helene. Running?
Maid. They are running!
Helene. My God; yes, they come closer—they are running! Oh, thank Heaven, thank Heaven, the Prince is dead—I am both sorry and glad.
Maid. There, they are turning this way—there, the carriage stops at the door!
Helene. Dead—the Prince is dead. Now in the excitement that will follow the carrying in of the body, we will escape—we can walk to the station in ten minutes—that gives us ten minutes to spare. Here, you take the rug and this valise, I will take the other. We will find a street porter at the corner, or a carriage. Do not open the door until I tell you!
[Door bursts open and Prince Yanko half-tumbles in.]